The Tear
Children
The dark, dry, cracked earth frowned up at the sun.
"Go away, can't you see there are no flowers here for you to warm?"
And the sun ran away and hid behind a cloud.
The sky was now dark, which matched the earth, and there were no flowers. And the wind blew.
The dark, dry, cracked earth hated the wind.
"Go away, the tall, green grass and the leaves that danced with you have withered and died."
And the wind stopped dancing, and the music stopped, and it was quiet.
The sky was dark, there were no flowers, and it was quiet without the music and dance of the wind. And then came the stars.
"Go away, the ones that once gazed upon you with awe have left."
And even the mighty army of stars shrank back with fear and were swallowed by the dark night.
And it was quiet and dark and dead and sad and angry.
The small, shivering cloud in the sky began to cry. A tiny clear raindrop fell though the darkness.
The dark, dry, cracked earth looked at the raindrop angrily. But the happy, innocent tear was not afraid.
Just as the earth opened its huge mouth and was about to yell at the little raindrop, he saw his reflection. In the quiet, still, darkness he looked at the raindrop and dimly saw himself. He saw the darkness, and the quiet, and the sadness, and the hate. And as he stood there, mouth gaped, with the realization of what he had become, the tear dropped onto his parched, dry tongue.
He tasted the sweetness and was hugged, was kissed with the enormous love that the small, frail raindrop radiated.
He couldn't help but smile. He tried to fight it but he was too weak and he laughed. And his laugh grew deep, and his eyes grew happy. And his laugh echoed into the far corners of the dark night.
And the flowers grew, and the sun warmed their shivering, new pedals. And the green grass and leaves sprouted, and they danced with the wind. And the cloud cried more tears and the earth's great thirst was quenched.
And it was no longer dark and quiet and sad, but bright and happy and loud with the music of the wind.
"Go away, can't you see there are no flowers here for you to warm?"
And the sun ran away and hid behind a cloud.
The sky was now dark, which matched the earth, and there were no flowers. And the wind blew.
The dark, dry, cracked earth hated the wind.
"Go away, the tall, green grass and the leaves that danced with you have withered and died."
And the wind stopped dancing, and the music stopped, and it was quiet.
The sky was dark, there were no flowers, and it was quiet without the music and dance of the wind. And then came the stars.
"Go away, the ones that once gazed upon you with awe have left."
And even the mighty army of stars shrank back with fear and were swallowed by the dark night.
And it was quiet and dark and dead and sad and angry.
The small, shivering cloud in the sky began to cry. A tiny clear raindrop fell though the darkness.
The dark, dry, cracked earth looked at the raindrop angrily. But the happy, innocent tear was not afraid.
Just as the earth opened its huge mouth and was about to yell at the little raindrop, he saw his reflection. In the quiet, still, darkness he looked at the raindrop and dimly saw himself. He saw the darkness, and the quiet, and the sadness, and the hate. And as he stood there, mouth gaped, with the realization of what he had become, the tear dropped onto his parched, dry tongue.
He tasted the sweetness and was hugged, was kissed with the enormous love that the small, frail raindrop radiated.
He couldn't help but smile. He tried to fight it but he was too weak and he laughed. And his laugh grew deep, and his eyes grew happy. And his laugh echoed into the far corners of the dark night.
And the flowers grew, and the sun warmed their shivering, new pedals. And the green grass and leaves sprouted, and they danced with the wind. And the cloud cried more tears and the earth's great thirst was quenched.
And it was no longer dark and quiet and sad, but bright and happy and loud with the music of the wind.
This is really beautiful. Well done!